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Now gladdeth every living creáture

When I look back, and in myself behold

The pleasant years that seem, so swift that run

Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings

Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust

Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth

O mighty God, Which for us men

Here is the spring where waters flow

Sweet Music, sweeter far

As I in hoary Winter's night stood shivering in the snow

Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child

O Gracious God, O Saviour sweet

Heavenly Messias, (sweet anointed King

Who to the golden Sun's long restless race

Triumphant conqueror of death and hell

Hierusalem, my happy home

Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay

As due by many titles, I resign

At the round earth's imagined corners blow

Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun

Lo, when back mine eye

View me, Lord, a work of Thine

Seek the Lord, and in His ways perséver

To music bent is my retired mind

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore

Let not the sluggish sleep

If I could shut the gate against my thoughts

I sing the Birth was born to-night

Hear me, O God

More oft than once Death whisper'd in mine ear

As are those apples, pleasant to the eye

Beneath a sable veil and shadows deep

The last and greatest Herald of heaven's King

Soul, which to hell wast thrall

Jerusalem, that place divine

Methinks I draw but sickly breath

My God, where is that ancient heat towards Thee

Cho. Let all the world in every corner sing

My Joy, my Life, my Crown

Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round

While that my soul repairs to her devotion

Mark you the floor? that square and speckled stone

O day most calm, most bright

All after pleasures as I rid one day

When first Thou didst entice to Thee my heart

When my devotions could not pierce

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright

Lord, make me coy and tender to offend

How soon doth man decay

Lord, Let the angels praise Thy name

The merry World did on a day

Meeting with Time, 'Slack thing,' said I

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell,--I humbly crave

Hark how the birds do sing

The fleet astronomer can bore

I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay

King of glory, King of peace

With sick and famish'd eyes

Away despair! my gracious Lord doth hear

When God at first made Man

How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean

When first Thy sweet and gracious eye

If we could see below

Let wits contest

A wreathéd garland of deservéd praise

Throw away Thy rod

Teach me, my God and King

Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back

Iesu is in my heart; His sacred name

Alas! my Lord is going

What am I who dare call Thee, God

Welcome, thou safe retreat

You Spirits! who have thrown away

Time! where didst thou those years inter

When I survey the bright

Show me more love, my dearest Lord

Lord, what unvalued pleasures crown'd

Eternal Mover, whose diffuséd glory

Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven

This is the month, and this the happy morn

Ye flaming Powers, and wingéd warriors bright

Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race

Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy

When I consider how my light is spent

Frail Life! in which, through mists of human breath

Thou Whose nature cannot sleep

Fairest of morning lights appear

O sing the glories of our Lord

In this world, the Isle of Dreams

Thou bidst me come away

O Years! and Age! Farewell

What God gives, and what we take

Lord, Thou hast given me a cell

In the hour of my distress

Each thing below here hath its day

Justice doth call for vengeance on my sins

I sought for Peace, but could not find

Where the remote Bermudas ride

When for the thorns with which I long, too long

Dear Lord, 'tis finish'd! and now he

Happy those early days, when I

I cannot reach it; and my striving eye

O let me climb

When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave

Bright shadows of true Rest! some shoots of bliss

O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love

Eternal God! Maker of all

O Book! Life's guide! how shall we part

Fair, solitary path! whose blesséd shades

My God and King! to Thee

O God! I know and do confess

Unfold! unfold! Take in His light

Since I in storms used most to be

Whither, O whither didst thou fly

If any have an ear

My soul, there is a country

And do they so? have they a sense

Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face

With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth

I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour

Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs

Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night

'Twas so; I saw thy birth:--That drowsy lake

Through that pure virgin shrine

Sweet, harmless lives!--[up]on whose holy leisure

Thou cam'st from Heaven to Earth, that we

Bright Queen of Heaven! God's Virgin Spouse

Dear, beauteous Saint! more white than Day

The lucky World shew'd me one day

I saw Eternity the other night

Weighing the steadfastness and state

Thou art not Truth! for he that tries

Thou that know'st for whom I mourn

They are all gone into the world of light

Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry

When with these eyes, closed now by Thee

O day of life, of light, of love

Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight

Lord, when the sense of Thy sweet grace

Happy me! O happy sheep

What's this Morn's bright eye to me

Never yet could careless Sleep

What is House and what is Home

Fountain of Sweets! Eternal Dove

Lift up your heads, great Gates, and sing

Where's now the object of thy fears

Sing aloud, His praise rehearse

How long, great God, how long must I

Through Contemplation's optics I have seen

E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks

You holy Virgins, that so oft surround

Close now thine eyes, and rest secure

My glass is half unspent; Forbear t'arrest

Behold the sun, that seem'd but now

Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear

My soul doth pant towards Thee

Lord, come away

Lord, it belongs not to my care

I said sometimes with tears

Sweet place, sweet place alone

Blest be Thy love, dear Lord

Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee

Hark, my soul, how every thing

Wake, all my hopes, lift up your eyes

Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee

My Lord, my Love, was crucified

There is a Stream, which issues forth

How shall I sing that Majesty

Alas, my God, that we should be

These sweeter far than lilies are

The Holy Book, like the Eighth Sphere does shine

Creator Spirit, by whose aid

How are Thy servants blest, O Lord

When all Thy mercies, O my God

The spacious firmament on high

Awake, my Soul, and with the sun

Glory to Thee, my God, this night

My God, now I from sleep awake

O fool,--of short-lived goods possest

I oft recal the moments dear

I saw this day a miser old

The Past can be no more

Sighs--whether swift to Heaven they rise

As in the night I restless lie

A saint, to few but God well known

While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night

O Holy, holy, holy Lord

No; 'tis in vain to seek for bliss

'Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes

Fairest of all the lights above

Infinite Power, Eternal Lord

Where'er my flattering passions rove

O God, our help in ages past

Hear what the voice from Heaven proclaims

Give me the wings of faith, to rise

Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber

Ye golden lamps of Heaven, farewell

Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord

Jesus! I love Thy charming name

Hark the glad sound! The Saviour comes

My spirit longeth for Thee

When Israel's ruler on the royal bed

He sang of God--the mighty source

When Jesus, by the Virgin brought

Almighty Father of mankind

Messiah! at Thy glad approach

The God of Abraham praise

Rock of Ages, cleft for me

Ah! give me, Lord, the single eye

Lord! it is not life to live

Compared with Christ, in all beside

Come, Thou long-expected Jesus

Lamb of God, I look to Thee

Come, O Thou Traveller unknown

Hark! how all the welkin rings

Christ, Whose glory fills the skies

All praise to Him who dwells in bliss

Times without number have I pray'd

Come, let us join our friends above

Jesu, Lover of my soul

To God, ye choir above, begin

Children of the Heavenly King

In evil long I took delight

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat

How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart

The Lord will happiness divine

Hark, my soul! it is the Lord

O Lord, my best desire fulfil

Sometimes a light surprises

To keep the lamp alive

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee

O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause

Sweet dreams, form a shade

Can I see another's woe

Little lamb, who made thee

The door of death is made of gold

For ever with the Lord

To Thy temple I repair

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire

When gathering clouds around I view

Saviour, when in dust to Thee

Praise to God, immortal praise

Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes

Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning

Oh weep not o'er thy children's tomb

Lord of mercy and of might

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty

I praised the Earth, in beauty seen

By cool Siloam's shady rill

The sound of war! In earth and air

Oh God that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day

God that madest Earth and Heaven

Beneath our feet and o'er our head

Oh help us, Lord! each hour of need

When our heads are bow'd with woe

A rock there is whose homely front

Where will they stop, those breathing Powers

Doom'd as we are our native dust

Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs

Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense

Glory to God! and to the Power Who came

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free

Not seldom, clad in radiant vest

There is a book, who runs may read

Where is Thy favour'd haunt, eternal Voice

Ye hermits blest, ye holy maids

What went ye out to see

'Tis true, of old th' unchanging sun

I mark'd a rainbow in the north

Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun

Sin is with man at morning-break

When Nature tries her finest touch

O Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will

Strange to our ears the church-bells of our home

Lord of my heart, by Thy last cry

The Son of God in doing good

Wish not, dear friends, my pain away

Why should we faint and fear to live alone

Ave Maria! blesséd Maid

Bless'd are the pure in heart

We were not by when Jesus came

The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare

Where is it mothers learn their love

Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes

Draw, Holy Ghost, Thy seven-fold veil

Hues of the rich unfolding morn

'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze

I say to thee, do thou repeat

What, many times I musing ask'd, is Man

Oh thou of dark forebodings drear

Oh blessing, wearing semblance of a curse

This did not once so trouble me

Lord, weary of a painful way

If we with earnest effort could succeed

To leave unseen so many a glorious sight

Thou inevitable Day

In token that thou shalt not fear

Be not afraid to pray--to pray is right

She sat and wept beside His feet; the weight

In stature perfect, and with every gift

I'm wearin' awa', John

Again, O Lord, I ope my eyes

Hail, scenes of holy grandeur! hail

The Lord hath builded for Himself

She is not dead--she only sleeps

The song of God, so nobly sung

Why do I sigh to find

Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide

Pleasant are Thy courts above

Oft have I read of sunny realms, where skies are pure at even

When travail hours are spent and o'er

Give me a tender spotless child

We scatter seeds with careless hand

I mark'd when vernal meads were bright

Lo, cast at random on the wild sea sand

Heaven in the depth and height is seen

'Tis only our dull hearts that tire so soon

Rejoice in God alway

'Nurse, let me draw the baby's veil aside

Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead

Far, far on other isles

Wherefore shrink, and say 'Tis vain

Draw near as early as we may

Holy is the sick man's room

I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd

Lord Jesus, loving hearts and dear

Bethlehem, above all cities blest

Mother of God! O, not in vain

The church do zeem a touchèn zight

As I wer readèn ov a stwone

Avore the time when zuns went down

Ah! ev'ry day mid bring a while

When weakness now do strive wi' might

I'd a dream to-night

I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be

This Advent moon shines cold and clear

In the bleak mid-winter

My sun has set, I dwell

Give me the lowest place: not that I dare

When thy lone dreams sweet visions see

How beautiful it is to be alive

What wealth to earth our God hath given

My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes

O only Source of all our light and life

Who seeketh finds: what shall be his relief

While they here sojourn'd, their presence drew us

I have a life with Christ to live

'Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt

Yes, mark the words, deem not that Saints alone

Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice

In childhood, when with eager eyes

O aged Saint! far off I heard

I saw thee once, and nought discern'd

Say, who is he in deserts seen

This is the Saint of gentleness and kindness

Latest born of Jesse's race

Two brothers freely cast their lot

The world has cycles in its course, when all

The Church shone brightly in her youthful days

Each trial has its weight; which, whoso bears

Why, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart

Say, hast thou track'd a traveller's round

When I look back upon my former race

When first God stirr'd me, and the Church's word

Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control

Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine

O comrade bold, of toil and pain

O holy Lord, who with the Children Three

Time was, I shrank from what was right

Man is permitted much

O Lord, how wonderful in depth and height

Death was full urgent with thee, Sister dear

Weep not for me

The number of Thine own complete

Whene'er goes forth Thy dread command

Take me away, and in the lowest deep

Praise to the Holiest in the height

Praise to the Holiest in the height

I rise and raise my claspéd hands to Thee

O holiest Truth! how have I lied to Thee

Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom

We look around, the murky sky is still

Why they have never known the way before

In some lone walk through sunburnt fields

The night is come, and all the world is still

Lord, I have wrestled through the livelong night

Lord, when I lift mine eyes to Thee

What is it that amid some earthly home

The flash of youthful light is past and gone

Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart

Thy way, not mine, O Lord

I heard the voice of Jesus say

He is gone--beyond the skies

What is the saddest sweetest lowest sound

The golden gates are lifted up

Hark, the sound of holy voices, chanting at the crystal sea

God of the living, in Whose eyes

Go not far from me, O my Strength

That was the Shepherd of the flock; He knew

Jesus! why dost Thou love me so

Oh I could go through all life's troubles singing

Why dost thou beat so quick, my heart

I worship Thee, Sweet Will of God

From pain to pain, from woe to woe

Oh come and mourn with me awhile

At midnight, when yon azure fields on high

I landed on Iona's holy isle

At the Lord's Table waiting, robed and stoled

At noon a shower had fallen, and the clime

O God, impart Thy blessing to my cries

As on my bed at dawn I mused and pray'd

When the four quarters of the world shall rise

How peacefully the broad and golden moon

Tho' death met love upon thy dying smile

Thy servants pray, O hear us, Lord

Great God Who knowest each man's need

Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill

When Lazarus left his charnel-cave

Her eyes are homes of silent prayer

O Man, forgive thy mortal foe

Our doctor had call'd in another, I never had seen him before

End of Book Third

Notes Explanatory and Biographical

Index of Writers

Index of First Lines


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